I was out foraging in the woods today —
This morning, when it was cooly,
dark, and quiet, only the birds had a say.
I saw the sun force the darkness to hide,
Allowing me to see;
Strewn branches, twigs and leaves astride.
Dead waste or my fire’s delight?!
I came home successfully,
Joyfully and proudly with the efforts of might.
Early mornings are my favourite time. I used to capture sunrises in photographs wherever I travelled, perhaps I need to recapture that flame?!